Sweet Revenge

"The Sweet Smell of Success"


The club was packed again tonight, in just one month since opening its doors, Club Echelon had become one of Salem's hottest night spots. Boasting a gourmet menu, live entertainment and a fully stocked bar. Catering to the wealthiest men in Salem, indulging their darkest desires and most wildest fantasies, all served up by the most beautiful, nubile, young women money could buy.

Leaning against the bar, dapperly dressed in his custom made Italian suit and sipping his brandy stood the club's proud host and proprietor, Count Anthony DiMera. He was pleased with the success of his latest venture. The club had already shown a profit, which not only added to his vast fortune but also made him privy to some of the Salem elites dirtiest little secrets, extending his power and influence.

Behind him he could hear the chatter of two barmaids. "Oh, he's so handsome," one of them said. "Dead sexy and rich too," the other said. For a moment Tony thought maybe they were talking about him, but as he slowly turned around he could see they were drooling over a newspaper. With that he grabbed his snifter of brandy and disappeared into his offices.

Slumping into his leather chair behind the desk, he sighed heavily and took another sip of his brandy. Today's edition of The Salem Chronicle lay face down on his desk. Turning it over he saw the headline which read, "Business man of the Year." Staring back at him was a photo of John Black. "Cocksucker!" He grumbled and tossed the unread paper into the wastebasket.

Looking down he saw his hands clenched into tight fists and he felt the old feelings of anger and resentment boiling to the surface. Taking a deep calming breath he unclenched his fists and took another sip of brandy. While he had gotten over his feelings of betrayal from that slut Kristen, she was nothing to him now. Susan Banks had taken care of making her suffer. Tony had not gotten over his hatred of John Black or his desire for revenge. He supposed those feelings would never disappear until he got his revenge.

Leaning back he took another sip of brandy and wondered how John might react to losing his beloved 'Doc'. Not like in the past when Marlena had been forced to return to Roman, while she was still in love with and pining away for John. Tony knew how it nearly drove John to madness, seeing her Roman's arms, thinking of her in Roman's bed. The idea that Marlena would leave John for another man was not likely, but there had to be something, some way of driving a wedge between the two of them, permanently. Some way of making Marlena reject John and despise his very name.

Tony felt sorry for poor Marlena and her undying devotion to such a bastard. He remembered how once upon a time they had been good friends, but Andre's deceptions had put an end to that. He also remembered how Marlena had understood and put those feelings aside in order to help him with the fugue states he was experiencing when he first came back to Salem. Marlena was far too good for the likes of John Black.

Now that the club was a raging success Tony needed a new preoccupation and destroying that bastard, John Black would do the trick. Tony began to feel a sense of relief almost immediately at the thought of having his revenge on John. He delighted in the idea of seeing John disintergrate as he is forced to watch Marlena getting on with her life, without him and with no hope of regaining her love and trust. It was making his cock hard just thinking about it.

A knock at the door cut short his fantasy. "Enter," he said. One of the girls peeked around the door. "I was about to go off shift Mr. DiMera and was wondering if you needed anything," she said. Tony smiled and unzipped his fly, turning in his chair and exposing himself to the lovely young woman.

She smiled and entered the room locking the door behind her. She started to straddle him in the chair but Tony placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down, she got the message and obediently got down on her knees and began sucking his cock. Tony closed his eyes and imagined Marlena sucking his cock, and John locked in a soundproof cage, watching.

Tony's hand went behind the girl's head and grabbed a handful of her dark hair, forcing her further down on his enormous, hard cock. The girl gagged a bit on his size, but Tony did not let her stop he worked her head up and down, faster and faster, thrusting his hips forward, fucking her mouth. He imagined Marlena down on her knees in front of him, her blond hair in his firm grasp, her mouth around him as he slid in and out.

A few more deep pushes into the girls mouth, he pushed his thick, long cock further until he could feel it hitting the back of her throat and shot his load down her whorish throat, forcing her to swallow it, which she willingly did. He released his grip and removed himself from her mouth, "Now, clean me up," he ordered. She obeyed, licking him until any remaining come and her slobber was gone, she sat back starry-eyed and smiling, "Will there be anything else?"

Tony zipped his pants up and turned back around to his desk, "That will be all," he said gruffly, paying her no further attention. Whimpering she left his office.